It’s Sunday
It’s Sunday.
For some, it’s a fun day—a time to laugh, to play, to run away.
It’s Sunday.
For some, it’s a day to rest—
a pause, a breath, a chance to feel blessed.
It’s Sunday.
For some, it’s a spring-cleaning day—
a sweep, a scrub, to clear the clutter away.
It’s Sunday.
For some, it’s a day to shop—
a stroll through stores, a search for what’s on top.
Four or five Sundays in a
month may come,
each one shaped by how we use them.
Those who long for it
greet it with joy, a heart uplifted.
Those who dread it
count the hours, their spirits drifted.
It’s not the day that holds
the key,
But the attitude we bring, you see.
Sundays cannot be prevented,
it’s true,
But how we see them—that’s up to you.
M.L. Narendra Kumar
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